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Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
William Shakespeare
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Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
William Shakespeare
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How low am I, thou painted maypole?
William Shakespeare
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He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
William Shakespeare
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What is more miserable than discontent?
William Shakespeare
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Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
William Shakespeare
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The king's name is a tower of strength.
William Shakespeare
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Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.
William Shakespeare
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His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
William Shakespeare
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The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
William Shakespeare
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For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
William Shakespeare
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Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
William Shakespeare
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All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy.
William Shakespeare
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Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
William Shakespeare
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From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.
William Shakespeare
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Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
William Shakespeare
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Oh what fools we mortals are.
William Shakespeare
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I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
William Shakespeare
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Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
William Shakespeare
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Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
William Shakespeare
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Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
William Shakespeare
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where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
William Shakespeare
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Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
William Shakespeare
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Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
William Shakespeare
